Horsing around

"Mommy can you come play with me?" Such sweet words can melt my heart. At times they can also sting when I really need to start dinner or wrap up something for work.

Usually I'm on board. The other day we were playing with all his horses. He has A LOT of horses. A couple have seen better days.  My sister, the Queen, gave Z a cute set of horses for his second birthday. There were a dozen or so and plastic covered with fur. Just the right size and super cute. Z plays with them all the time.

He is now three and a half.  The other day as we played with all his horses I said, "hmmm maybe we should get rid of some of these horses that are looking king of yucky?"

He said, "Which ones?  Why?"  So I pointed out two and said they just weren't doing too well. One had most of the fur peeled off and looked like it had fur leg warmers.  The other had half legs (C's attempt to even out the legs when one broke).  See photo above with one sort of normal looking horse and the two other horses.

He said, "No Mommy. Maybe the horses are saying 'I like having no fur and short legs." 

Well ok. We'll keep the horses. Never too old to learn from a child.